I've recently come to the realization that it's my Dad that has stopped me from being able to progress any further in my life. He is a hoarder, 90% of the house is full of junk that we don't need. 3 out of 4 of our bedrooms are full of junk and unusable. Our lounge room is full of junk and unusable. We have two sheds, and both of them are full to the brim and unusable. We have a back patio and that is full of junk and unusable. Pretty much 90% of the house is unusable space because it is full of junk.
On top of being a hoarder, my Dad is ALWAYS in a bad mood and depressed which washes off on me. The SECOND he gets home from work I feel my mood get worse just because I know he's going to bring a bad attitude home with him and bring me down.
I realized that as long as I live with him, I won't be happy. It is impossible to feel happy in an environment as toxic as this. He comes home from work with $3 worth of deli meatballs and some bread rolls and thinks "yep, that's a good well-rounded dinner" and will buy that again and again and again for 2 weeks straight because he thinks that somehow constitutes as a good meal and somehow thinks that eating the same shitty meal every night for 2 weeks straight is acceptable (he makes more than enough to be able to afford proper food but spends most of it on junk, cigarettes, and coffee). He spends 100x more on hoarding junk and his bad habits than he does on buying food (I wish this was an exaggeration but it isn't).
I can't live like this anymore, I'm just so fed up with him. I can't improve myself if he's always there at the end of the day to drag me back down. I can't get fit and healthy while eating junk food and takeout all the time because he can't be bothered to buy proper food. I can't get a girlfriend or invite any friends over to my house because it is super embarrassing because he's a hoarder. My Mum, sister, and brother all moved out of the house YEARS ago and I can see why. If I was them I'd be moving out ASAP too.
I know he has his own issues that he's dealing with such as depression, but that doesn't give him the right to drag me down with him and be as neglectful as he's being. There's no point in talking to him about it, my Mum tried many times when they were going through their divorce, it doesn't work. He'll say he'll do better and then a week later he'll be back to his normal self. He is quite possibly the most stubborn person I know.
I don't know what to do at this point. I'm sick of it.
